My last post has been up for so long that Teaspoon has it memorized. Ask her what she did today and she'll tell you, "I punched, wept, napped and flinched!" Ask me what I've been doing for the past month and I'll tell you the same. I have danced, cringed, flailed and wondered. I have hurt, helped, loved, lost and mangled. I've given and taken and welcomed and worried and fucked and fucked up and for fucking up I've been forgiven. I've apologized and I've forgiven others and I've meant it with all of my heart. And man, have I drunk. We've drunk a lot. We've worked and wept and shouted and shut off, and we've all been confessing and professing things to one another like a band of Russian grandfathers and it's been beautiful and hard and I haven't felt like I could blog any of it, but it's time to stop by, here, and announce that I'M HAPPY. I feel so limitlessly ridiculously happy- like I have everything to offer and nothing to lose.
It's fall in Salt Lake City and the air is bright and fragranced with excitement and when I look out my west window I have a view of the mountains to the east.
See?
Some other illustrations: 
The picture my brother drew on my arm and said, "It's a cannon!" *
Bruise on my other wrist from punching a wall.
Interpol last Monday made me literally lose my mind.
Did you see that girl getting the aitch rocked out of her up on the front row? That was me, and that was just what I needed. **
Who left these mysterious Soviet political poster magnets balanced on our doorknobs?
Teaspoon sez she is the Angry Headscarfed Shushing Librarian and I am the Welcoming Blonde in the Window. Really lately I've felt much more like the Blindfolded Precipice Stumbler, but that and the target guy were left on Leaux and Nunya's doorknob and either way we're still stumped.
But rilly, who did this? We find anonymous bequeathers of astute pictorial messages to be clever and intriguing! Thanks for the gift! ***
Where I go!
* Can you see it? It's a cock.
** Gar documented our view, I ganked this pic from him.
*** Tessa, was it you?
heeeyaaa, geeyazza bang bang she's back!
right
on!
:~)>----(~
that last squiggly is the cock!
Posted by: cradlesong | September 17, 2005 at 04:16 PM
Smemma! That bruise looks painful! But your fingers, still so elegant! And the post! Refreshing like citrus!
Here's my text message to you: U R awesum. Be mine 4 eva! Txt me bk! Lv, Cerdo!
Posted by: MonoCerdo | September 16, 2005 at 09:56 PM